Resourceful is My Middle Name

I don't know how I get myself into some of the predicaments that I do, but I do. It's a darn good thing I am as resourceful as I am.

We are preparing to take our Camping Trailer on its maiden voyage. Which means a lot of trips from the house to the trailer. Loads of clothes, linen, food etc. etc. etc. as we are still getting the trailer set up (so we don't have to do this every time we use it).

I had one last load to take out, I trucked my eager-self to the trailer, goods in hand and keys ready. Stopped. Dead in my tracks. The key wouldn't go into the lock. Hmm..worked just fine 20 minutes ago. What was I to do? I needed to get on the inside of the trailer. Maybe the lock was stuck.

Think Danielle, Think! You know what I did? I sent my Mo-tay through a pass through door under the dinette. A good little helper he is. Still stuck. My little guy, as good of a helper as he is, the the deadbolt wouldn't budge.

I tried to shimmy through the same pass through door, with NO luck. I was too wide in one area or another. I was just about to panic when I remembered the emergency exit window at the rear of the trailer. I coaxed my little helper to the window and instructed him (through the glass) on how to open it. It took a ladder, 4 trips in and out through said window and the dismantling of one lock....but disaster averted. Problem solved. We may need to invest in a new deadbolt before too long, but I didn't have to call a lock smith! It's a darn good thing Resourceful is my middle name.